Bankroll Shawty - Cartel

Just me and hustle niggas in trouble
Still in the hood bitch I'm down back serving that thunder
You looking for me in the heart of the gutter
I'm serving the one and juice cranking the butter
Four forty eight I be serving that shit like the cartel
Forty eight building just pull up and park here
Nineteen o one I remember the top tier
Moose knuckle my coat my son rocking a moncler
In the p lot certified Smackas send boulders
Fats taking you down if he find out you holding
Brodie a dead eye bet he send shots in the open
Soon as we get us a car bitch we causing commotion
Bentley truck through the opp shit nigga we coasting
Opp died nigga we toasting
Really living like that why the fuck would I post it
You know you a small fry nigga I'm chosen
Purple brand Dior Chanel I be rocking that fly shit
Buckhead top floor suite I was fucking my side bitch
Turn one into two he do shit with that Pyrex
First one on the south Bentley truck in the projects
They say you can't rush greatness I'm trusting the process
Doughnut to a diddy young nigga make progress
Trapping and thuggin and making new content
Still riding round with that shit in the arm rest
We get it popping when work call
Dope boy shit all these niggas be dirt balls
Give him the drake he going show off
My smacka come dressed like a ahk with that shit it's a throw off
Nah it ain't never no hold off
Catch him in traffic we spanking your road dog
Put the switch on that bitch then we road off
He thought he was it till I got his ass cracked nigga so long
Just me and hustle niggas in trouble
Still in the hood bitch I'm down back serving that thunder
You looking for me in the heart of the gutter
I'm serving the one and juice cranking the butter
Four forty eight I be serving that shit like the cartel
Forty eight building just pull up and park here
Nineteen o one I remember the top tier
Moose knuckle my coat my son rocking a moncler

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Bankroll Shawty

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